Meek Mills and Boon
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🔴 MP called the issue a 'national scandal' express.co.uk/news/uk/218636…


This is what rugby in New Zealand really looks like. While the world watches the All Blacks under the bright lights of Eden Park, the true soul of New Zealand rugby lives in places like this, Queenstown Rugby Club, nestled among the peaks and valleys of one of the most beautiful corners of the earth. If you’ve never experienced club rugby in New Zealand, let me paint the picture for you. You arrive and you’re greeted with a warm “Kia Ora” from the local whānau. Within minutes you feel like you belong. Someone hands you a hot mince pie straight from the clubroom oven. A cold beer is placed in your hand. Before you know it, you’re chatting with the Under 7s coach, the senior club captain, and the old boy who’s been volunteering here for forty years. From the little ones chasing the ball on Saturday morning to the town’s first XV battling it out in the afternoon, everyone looks out for each other. You’ll see raffles being drawn, bingo nights being organised, and volunteers giving up their weekends so the club can keep the lights on and the jerseys clean. This is the ecosystem that produces some of the nicest, toughest, and most grounded human beings on the planet. In an era where rugby often feels dominated by big stadiums, money, TV deals and social media, places like Queenstown Rugby Club remind us what the game was built on, community, belonging, and connection. So if you ever find yourself in New Zealand, do yourself a favor. Don’t just watch the All Blacks on TV. Come and stand on the sideline at a local club. You’ll be welcomed like family.And you might just fall in love with rugby all over again. Kia Ora from the South Island ❤️ #RugbyIsCommunity #NewZealandRugby #GrassrootsRugby #QueenstownRugby


The Anglican Church in New Zealand has a nett asset value of over $2.8 Billion. More than enough to pay for this themselves. Why should tax payers fund any of this at all?

Palestine, 1945, 3 years before israel existed.

urdu has a word for the pain of separation that contains, within it, the assumption that reunion is cosmically possible. while english is so spiritually bankrupt it can name the ache but not imagine its end.











